I think I understand Quidditch more than I understand football.
I know I understand quidditch more than I understand football.
See, I’m not even sure which football you’re talking about.
Don’t have that problem with quidditch.
Canadian friends are over. One just said “we don’t understand the American way” (referring to graduation practices). Cue Starkid music in my head.
I thought “I’ll just go back home to dad’s” but nope these little turds followed me here I swear I was switched at birth into this family of peasants like there is royalty somewhere where the prince in line for rule is staring at a wall blowing snot bubbles omg.